Because Six is Six and anything else is, well, not Six

Matthew reports that there are couch-fueled bonfires on Forbes Avenue. The online local radio feed keeps pulling its hand from Ben Roethlisberger's cock just long enough to mention riots. And I can't shake the feeling that a bitter nuevo-Cardinals fan has had one too many Kamikaze shots at Big Roy's Bar and Knothole-Fuckery in Tampa and is about to wander out into a wall of poor decision-making.

I am proud of you, Pittsburgh.

As for the rest of you, well...


Six.